A/N: Hey, sorry about not updating sooner. i have ADD when it comes to stories and latley i have not been up to writing anything. When i started to write this i was in an obvious eco phase, which i am currently out of, so even though i support the whole movement to save our ozone and earth, i can honestly say you will prob not see more of that side of Harry anymore unless i have to fit in with what i already have written. -Sara

P.S. Thanks to all of the people who loved this story, especially the couple who asked me to continue. It really helped me get back to writing it.

Harry's POV

Entering the loft that i rented, I slid the should bag off and onto the the side table, along with the keys. Next the trainers came off and i just layed them as they were, too lazy to kick them to where the side of the hall. Upon entering the living room i was immediatly greeted my a strange man, who wore a long black robe, and a funny looking mask. Before i could react though the man shot, what i could only assume to be a spell, at me dead on. then there was only darkness.

I awoke, groggily, slowly sitting up in what had to be the comfiest bed he had ever been in. Black silk sheets that clung to my body, which for some reason was dressed in only green silk boxers that were not mine. I frowned in confusion; where was I? The room looked like it belonged to a Prince, with its rich decor and vast space. The colors were in black and sliver. There were two windows on either side of the king sized bed that could easily fit 5 people. The windows were tall, streatching from the floor to just a foot below the ceiling. It was covered with floor length thick silver curtains.

Before i could take any more in, there was a pop that echoed through the room. I jumped slightly, turning my head towards the noise and i found a small creature. I did not know what it was, the being was small(short in stature), wearing what looked like rags, and had big floppy ears, huge eyes, and a nervous smile.

"Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is so happy to be meeting you! Dobby has heard so much of your greatness, sir!" The thing...Dobby? said.

"Umm who are you? And may I ask what?" I asked curiously.

"Oh Mister Harry Potter, sir! My name is Dobby and I is a house elf, sir!" Dobby said excitedly.

"Well, Dobby, pleasure to meet you, but how did i come to be here?"

"Dobby be not telling Mister Harry Potter, Sir! Dobby be punished! Dobby is only to ask if Mister Harry Potter wanted dinner, Sir?" Dobby squeaked out.

"Umm, no thank you. May I speak to whomever is in charge here?" I asked wanting to get to the bottom of things. "Oh, and if you know where i might find some clothes?"

"The clothes are in the closet, Mister Harry Potter, and i will let m'Lord know you are awake," and with that, the house elf popped out of the room.

I got up from the bed, and my bare feet hit the soft rug and i went towards the direction of the doors. I opened one and my jaw dropped, it was the bathroom, all done in white, with a tub/jacuzzi that could fit 10 people. all around the side of the tub there were dozens of soaps and shampoos. There was a vanity mirror on the other side of the room, 3 feet from the toilet and sink. The entire ceiling was littered with floating candles, that looked absolutly stunning.

Stepping back, i quickly shut that door before i could be too mesmerized. I was kidnapped for gods sake! I opened the other door which appeared to be a whole other room filled with clothes of all styles for every occasion. Shoes lined the walls, a floor length mirror on the far wall. Beside the mirror was a huge...jewlry case? Inside the glass case were several different peices of jewlry from necklaces to rings. All of them with what looked like real dimands and gems (with the rooms, I awoke in, i would believe they are).

Quickly finding a pair of jeans that looked to have cost more than my yearly rent, I put them on and then a random blue long sleeved shirt that had a cowl neckline. Putting on some trainers i cautiously stepped out of the closet to find the bed i woke up in made and a rose on the center of it. Under the rose, a white piece of paper, which I could only assume to be a note. I grabbed it, nervously looking around the room to make sure i was alone.

Dear Harry,

My love, I am sorry to have to meet you under such circumstances. I have been searching for you for years, and now that I have found you, I find myself unable to let you go. I dont want you to feel like a prisoner though, because you are not. You are free to roam the manor, this is your home too. Currently I am in a meeting but once I get out, I would love your company in the library. I would love to get to know you, my love.

Tom

Hands shaking, in shock and in complete anger, I ripped the note in shreds. 'My love?' 'MY LOVE?' Who the hell does this bastard thinks he is? 'Been searching for me for years?' How the hell did he even know me? Feeling completly disgusted, I quickly thought of a plan to get out of here. The windows were my first thought. Using my magic, I made one of them disapear, but before I could even make an attempt out of it, the window was back seemingly for no reason. I tried again, but the same results. More frustrated, i blasted my way out of the third door I had yet to go through but only had to assume to be the door to out of the room.

I quickly assesed where I was and what way I should go. I was standing in a hallway, filled with paintings, like some midevil home. And also from that era, were torches; litterally torches, that were lit up! Who does that? My magic told me to go left, so I did, walking swiftly and cautiously down the hall. I passed many doors but refused to open any of them. Finally i hit a stairwell, going down the stairs, I was so focused on not tripping that I didnt see the black figure swiftly come towards the stairs. When I finally reached the end of the stairs, I was grabbed from behind. A breath on my ear, which made me shudder.

"My love, I thought we should meet at the library, but since I saw you coming down, I couldnt resist meeting you," the hands, wrapped around my waist, my body flushed against his. Too scared, I didnt realize I was getting hard. It was two days (how long was I here?) since I had been fucked, and it didnt help that the unknown kidnappers cock was right at my ass.

"I have searched for you ever since I was resurrected; my love, my mate, my equal." He was now rubbing his body against mine in a sway. Gasping slightly, I tried to think of why I shouldnt be here but my mind was a blank. The shirt I wore rode up my stomach and the man took advantage of that my scratching the visible skin, leaving red marks and making me shiver and moan. Without even knowing me, he already knew I loved pain. This could be only a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe both.

"Love, you are as responsive as I'd hope you'd be. Perfect. I knew you would be." Then the one hand that laid on my hip, moved down brushing the jean covered cock. Opening my mouth in the shape of an 'O', my head tilted back against the shoulder of the man who was now using me as he pleased; and I was letting him. The said man took advantage of the new positition and bit my neck; screaming I came in my pants, somthing that hadnt happened since I first started fucking men.

I was quickly turned around, I could barely stand so i all but put my body in his hands in hope he wouldnt let go. The man was...I saw him! That guy I bumped into, before heading to the loft. thought there was something off about the guy. Eyes widening, I had no time to do anything before i was kissed brutally.